Date: Fri, 24 Apr 2009 08:54:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: driskill6@yahoo.com
Subject: Final Four Fuck (Part 3)
Disclaimer: This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything
about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal
knowledge about their private lives.
If you want pics of the men described, I recommend searching DayLife, which
has a lot of good, free shots:
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Travis grinned and opened the door to his own room. Jeff's eyes
were immediately drawn to the muscular black ass pumping hard on the bed,
its hard round globes flexing, each gorgeous striation of muscle clear as
its owner thrust forward repeatedly. Adrien's gaze quickly flitted to the
man whose own tight ass was getting fucked: his teammate A.J. Price, the
handsome 6'2", 180-lb point guard groaning and clenching his eyelids, his
9-inch dick waving back and forth and occasionally burping a shot or two of
pre-fuck onto A.J.'s gray jersey. Jeff looked down at the floor and saw a
pair of Carolina blue shorts and a jersey of the same color crumpled next
to the bed. His eyes moved from there to a pair of khakis and another sky
blue shirt, this one a polo, lying next to the futon Travis had in the
corner. And on the couch, Brett the UNC assistant was fucking Jeff's buddy
Gavin Edwards with a thick frat-boy dick that looked to be pushing 10
inches. Gavin's own prick, rock-hard at 10.5, waved just like his point
guard's, drooling pre-fuck, as he felt the hot Carolina kid ream his tight
butt.
"Two hot pairs...man, I wouldn't know which one to choose," Travis
said, still smiling as he closed the door behind them.
"Fuck," Jeff said matter-of-factly, his eyes darting between the
two couples. At first he was fixated on his teammates getting fucked --
A.J. looked damn hot lying there getting his ass packed with dick, a sheen
of sweat coating his muscular body, and Gavin was just being totally
dominated by the hot frat stud, moaning and groping his own hard pecs and
stomach, then reaching up to grasp at Brett's thick chest and carved
six-pack. But soon Jeff's focus shifted to the hot asses of the top hunks
-- the white boy's hard butt was tempting, Lord knew he lusted after some
of the white frat boys back on campus, their muscle-packed asses under
their Levis in class or their sweats at the gym turning his head. But in
the end he had to go for the hot black ass that was still working overtime
to pump 10 inches of dick into A.J. Price's butt -- that damn thing looked
too fucking good to pass up, just begging for Jeff's 11 thick fucking
inches of cocksnake.
His hard dick bobbing nearly a foot in front of him, and his tongue
sliding over his lips as he sized up his prize from up close, Jeff
sauntered up to the rutting basketball players and let his hands slide
around to grip the top stud's chest. Jeff felt the guy jerk a little in
surprise -- he'd been so caught up in fucking A.J. that he hadn't even
noticed Jeff and Travis come in -- but then relax into his embrace as
Jeff's pecs pressed against his solid back and Jeff's enormous dick lodged
in his tight ass crack. The guy didn't let up on the ass-pumping, even as
his muscular globes began drawing Jeff's cockhead closer and closer to his
sensitive opening. Jeff just kept stroking the dude's pecs and abs, kissing
his neck, and watching him fuck his teammate into the bed, for a few
minutes until finally Wayne Ellington turned his head back and said
impatiently, "You gonna fuck me, bro, or you just playin'?"
Jeff hadn't realized till right then who he was about to slide his
fat dick into, but once he did, he went into overdrive, thinking of all the
times just this weekend that Ellington's handsome face and muscle-stacked
body had entered into his fantasies. Four inches slammed home in the first
thrust, and Wayne howled in pain and pleasure. The rhythm of his pistoning
into A.J.'s man-hole broke for a second, but as Jeff eased further inside
Wayne's hot Tar Heel ass and touched that spot deep inside him, the
Carolina guard actually picked up the pace, nailing A.J. harder and deeper
than before. Adrien was fucking hard now, loving the feel of the future
tournament MVP's tight jock ass seizing around his thick 11 inches and
Ellington's ripped upper body tight and flexing as he felt himself get
fucked on Jeff Adrien's monster dick.
"Yeah, Jeff, fuck that boy!" A.J. grunted. "Fuck him with that
horse cock I know you got, fuck him so he cums in my fuckin' hole, man!"
Jeff didn't need much encouragement, but thinking about fucking a
load out of Wayne Ellington into A.J.'s butt pushed him into another
gear. He fucked Wayne like his life depended on it, and everything Wayne
was getting from Jeff he gave just as good to Jeff's point guard, till
finally A.J.'s 9-incher stiffened and exploded all over his chest and
stomach and neck. That made the hot U-Conn senior's hole tighten sharply
around Wayne's 10-inch dick, and the Tar Heel's pretty face formed an O.
"Cream my ass, Wayne," A.J. muttered, stroking his still-hard cock
slowly as he squeezed his butt around Ellington's prick. Then, louder,
"Cream his fuckin' jockhole, Jeff, spray his fuckin' ass with that load you
got boilin' in your balls..."
From A.J.'s perspective, it was fuckin' hot -- Wayne Ellington's
jacked torso flexing, sweat covering his pecs and abs, his face contorted
in sexual pleasure, and Jeff Adrien's muscle-swollen arms coming around to
grope and play with Wayne's quarter-sized nipples. Behind them, from Gavin
Edwards' perspective, it was even fuckin' hotter. He peered through the
sex-haze of getting fucked by this hot Carolina boy, past where Travis
Walton was now fucking him too, his 9.5-inch Spartan dick balls-deep in
southern frat boy muscle ass, to where his teammate Jeff Adrien's hot black
ass was flexing and pumping hard as he put all his strength into fucking
Wayne Ellington. Jeff's massive shoulders were bulging with muscle as he
reached around to get Wayne off, and his thick lats shook with power under
his gleaming skin. The huge power forward's whole upper body was thrusting
against Wayne's back, grinding their gorgeous bodies together. Beyond that
he could see Wayne's muscular legs tight as he kept fucking A.J. Price,
desperate to fire the load that'd been building in his balls for damn near
half an hour.
A second later, Gavin had to look away, clenching his eyes and
moaning like a bitch as he hit orgasm, his 10.5-inch Huskie prick spewing
his nut all over his stomach and all over the futon he was being railed
against. Brett followed a second later, his 10-incher bursting in Gavin
Edwards' butt, then Travis, painting the kid's hole with MSU cream. Gavin
was still reeling when he heard a loud, throaty yell from across the
room. He opened his eyes and saw that Ellington had pulled his dick from
A.J.'s ass just in time for its 10 veiny inches to throb to full, painful
hardness, then churn a ten-shot load out his fat dickhead all over the
fucking place -- Wayne's cock fired indiscriminately, dousing A.J.'s face
and chest, Travis's bed, the wall behind them, until Price jumped forward
uncontrollably and clamped his lips around the still-jizzing basketball
stud dick that had just been fucking his ass, sucking the last of Wayne's
juice out.
That sight, and the feel of Ellington's ass tightening like a vice
on his prick, pushed Jeff Adrien over the edge, and the Connecticut star
just growled out a low, husky "Fuck!" as his 11-inch beast released its
load for the first time that night, sperming Wayne Ellington's burning
asshole with so much jockcream that it started spilling back out even
before Jeff had pulled his thick cock away.
A minute later, after the guys had caught their breath and A.J. had
finally relinquished Wayne's dick and lay back on the bed, exhausted, Wayne
turned around to see who'd fucked him within an inch of his life. He
grinned as he saw Jeff's face.
"Ho-ly fuck, big bad Jeff Adrien fuckin' my ass...shit." Despite
shooting what had to be the biggest load he'd ever shot, Wayne's dick
immediately firmed up again just at the thought of Adrien fucking
him. Truth was, Wayne was kind of a bitch for size -- size of the tent in a
dude's shorts just as much as size of the body bulging into his jersey --
and his team just didn't measure up. Sure, Hansbrough was big in both
departments, but Wayne had learned long ago that the only times Psycho T
topped was when one of the frat boys like Brett begged him to, the ripped,
tanned muscle underneath their Sigma Nu tees and collar-popped polos and
the firm, round bulge of their asses under their cargoes and jeans enough
to distract Tyler from the fact that he'd rather be getting laid into with
hot frat cock than pounding hot frat ass. So Wayne was forced to turn to
other teams, other guys -- and Jeff Adrien was definitely at the top of his
list, with 3 inches and 40 pounds of muscle on Wayne's build. Many were the
nights when Ellington had come back from practice, sat down at his laptop
and shucked his sweats to his ankles, letting his 10-incher slap hard
against his abs as he pulled up a video mashup of Adrien's slams or just
pics of the dude, and pumped out a load all over his desk. And now that he
knew Jeff had a powerfucking dick to match his powerfucking body, he only
wanted more.
Adrien had been almost as enamored with Ellington, too, and when
that sex-worn face turned to look at him, he couldn't help
himself. Wrapping his paws around Wayne's head, he pulled the Carolina stud
in and kissed him deep. For both guys it was just what they imagined --
Ellington just as hard and hot as Adrien thought, Adrien's lips just as
thick and sensuous as Ellington hoped. Jeff's dick inflated again.
Wayne broke the kiss and moved his lips to Jeff's ear. "Boy, you're
the hottest fuckin' dude I ever been with," he whispered, his hands
trailing down to grope Jeff's muscle butt. "But I got a feeling we're both
gonna be blown outta the water next weekend."
Jeff pulled back a little, looking confused. "What's next weekend?"
Now Ellington was confused, but quickly realized his mistake. "Oh,
you just didn't get your invitation yet." He smiled, and Jeff's 11-incher
was at full mast again. "You'll see, man." He dropped to his knees and
started tonguing Adrien's prick. Jeff breathed in sharply. "You'll see."
***
When he got back to his hotel room early the next morning, Jeff
found an envelope slid under the door. Pulling off his shorts and shirt and
collapsing naked into the bed, he was so tired he almost didn't even bother
opening it. But Ellington's comment earlier creeped back in his mind, and
his curiosity got the better of him.
The envelope was unmarked, but inside there was a card with his
name on the front. On the back of the card were just four lines:
NBA DRAFT JAM
WELCOMING DRAFTEES TO THE ASSOCIATION
FRIDAY. 10:00 PM. NEWPORT COAST
DRESS TO UNDRESS
Suddenly, Jeff was wide awake again, and his dick ramrod-hard. You
didn't have to be a basketball insider to know the NBA star who lived in
Newport Coast, California. And if this meant what he thought it did, well,
fuck. With a low sigh, Jeff wrapped his hand around his dick and began
pumping it slowly. His sexual thoughts had been exclusively aimed at
college boys for at least the last month as his Huskies powered through the
tournament. Now, with his season done, and his own thoughts turning toward
his first year in the pros, Jeff's mind started to wander to all the guys
at the next level. If they were half as into the dirty shit that the
college guys were...well. It would be a pretty fuckin' good weekend.
TBC
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